Her Majesty the Queen raised a delicate eyebrow, her eyes already blazing.
"What's with this attitude? I'm about to start making a fuss."
On seeing Guinevere like this, Lancelot was delighted.
She didn't explain anything, after all, if she told this unreliable best friend about her strategy of playing hard-to-get, she doubted whether Guinevere could act it out well, better to have her play herself.
At the moment, her expression became increasingly troubled.
"Veil, it's not that I don't want to help, but this competition is under His Excellency's watchful eye. Everything must be compliant and legal, there's no room for favoritism or malpractice."
She appeared desperate enough to attempt reasoning with her girlfriend.
In response, Dorothy and Mother Dragon exchanged a glance, the alert in their eyes gradually relaxing.
